The pain of sharing someone else’s joy.

By |2017-11-07T22:26:51+00:00August 17th, 2017|Categories: garden, joy, Lost dreams, mum of child with disability, Sorrow, wounds|

A woman dreamed of having her own garden. She pictured herself planting and tending flowers of all shapes and sizes. She hoped her borders would brim with colour and fragrance, laced with creepers displaying exotic blooms and a winding path through blossoms humming with wildlife. When she moved in to her forever [...]

Living with Wounds like Mater the Tow-Truck…

By |2017-06-15T10:50:23+01:00August 13th, 2014|Categories: acceptance, Uncategorized, wounds|Tags: |

There have been occasions when it has felt as though every time I picked up my youngest son from school he stumbled out of class clutching a piece of paper. A sticker on his chest brazenly claimed, "Today I bumped my head". I'm then given all the gory details of how his most recent injury occurred. J [...]


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